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Begin the day with God, He is my rising Sun, He is the new day that conquers my yesterday, the tomorrow with new hope brings. Arise my dull heart and lift up His praise, open my feeble eyes, His glory to see, open my deaf ears, His voice to hear, awaken my affections, His love to feel. Mercy and grace He has for me today. Shall we not with creation say, "you are Lord who gives us all we need", I humbly bow at your majesty. Not by force you won my heart, but by love and through pain not your own, you bore mine so your lightness I can have, I live today brushing slothfulness away. This new year I am casting every weight aside, every sin to be tangled no more, righteousness shall be my constant theme to play, your joy proclaim welcoming all to adore thy fame. O the path whether golden or bloody I shall walk, whether tears or smiles I shall sing of you with my all, never to be lacking in zeal for your glory, looking beyond the clouds for my goal is yonder skies. This new year ri…

I once knew a sad boy who in life's cheerful moments longed for the grave. When the youth in their strength employ in what makes their heart glad, He would sit underneath the oak tree, longing for the grave to become to him a peaceful rest. Nobody knew the reason for His extremely constant melancholy, save this, that once upon a time when this sad boy was only an infant, He saw the crushing of a butterfly, which in turn made him mourn for a day and forevermore.

Dear God, my Father who art in Heaven, I beg you with all the tears I can cry for you to hear my prayer. O Yahweh, give ear to my supplications. Answer me, not according to my faithfulness nor righteousness but answer me according to Yours. And enter not into judgment with me your servant, the one whom you have called; for in thy sight shall no man living be justified. The enemy has persecuted my soul, namely the devil, sin and my flesh. They have smitten my life down to the ground. They have made me to dwell in darkness as those that have been long dead. My soul was dead to thee and to my friends. There was no spiritual fervour in me, causing me to sit from a distance only to contemplate the worship that all the saints are enjoying in your house, namely the church. Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate. I remember the days of old; I meditated on all thy works, storing up your words in my heart; I mused on the works of thy hands and rejoiced exce…

"Is Bristol ready for you?" Her soft serene eyes sparkled with a smile as she questioned.
With a cheerful pause lingering in the atmosphere, I replied, "I'm not that exciting."

She understood not my meaning but yet emitted a summers smile.

I continued to express from my answer: "Bristol in all her winterish manners is I think indifferent to me."
With a calm yet wanting curiosity she said, "You don't sense much of an opinion either way from Bristol, no? Sometimes I feel like Bristol has an opinion, she thinks I shouldn't be there but sometimes she makes me feel warmly welcomed. You know, I think your pretty face is exciting but don't let your lack of excitement make you feel that Bristol isn't ready for you."

Her blushing soft flowery warmth showered me to continue the conversation. I responded.

"Not at all. Bristol never speaks to me. She is unlike London in her ever uncaring state about my fickle welfare. Whereas Londo…

I’m hearing
tales of fibs Every time
I hear about you The sisters
be telling stories That I
consider a lavish rumour But is it
true? That
question I'll direct straight at ya. Not that I
don’t trust you But because
I’m getting envious. K.Oni

You see my
friend, there is no one for me who will last the race with me. My role is to be
of a good company for a while, to jog along with you for a certain distance and
then to acquaint you with other joggers. At first your attachment to me will be
much, then slowly it fades because your attachment to them becomes stronger. I will soon
set you in their midst and soon you will be one of them. I will quietly
slow my pace and watch you jog ahead with them. You will not notice my
departure for I would have determined your heart to be as happy with them as
possible. Then I must continue on my race alone until I find a lonely jogger and
begin the task again. That’s how I found you and soon I must leave you and you
must leave me. “I could be the one for you.” My good friend, there is already one for me but He
is at the end of the race. I can picture the elation on his face when finally I
shall join him. But once upon a time, I thought myself to be in the best of
company, assured that She …

The great truth of Christmas is that God so loved the world that he sent His only Son, Jesus into the world. This Son sent by his Father dwelt among us, understanding our sorrows and pain, becoming like us in every way but without sin. This Child grew up to challenge the injustice of his nation, to heal the broken-hearted, to humble the proud, to restore the outcast, to raise the dead, to teach a bunch of no schoolers how to be world changers. He bowed down to no crooked authority, he suffered for what he believed, he brought in God's good government, he was in the business of social healing, he preached the gospel that whoever believes in him will not perish. He taught the people about grace and truth and above all he revealed the Father's love for humanity. This is not a myth. History tells us that this one man's teaching and display of radical love, death and resurrection subdued the Roman empire through his disciples by radically loving its citizens and enemies. Those …

I sat
across a beautiful face One which my
eyes looked not away. Such simplicity Natural owned Earth's only rose. A Princess of a distant land Distinct, revealing peace through her slowly blinking eyes. Drawing near. A crowd of earth's finest flowers blocking my path. 'Why keep me away earth's flowers?' 'She is untouchable until the hour comes'. Replied a chorus of voices. 'When is that hour, what day will it come?' 'Those with patience sleep shall wake when the time is complete. Will you sleep with patience?' 'I have no other errand to run but for her'. 'Wait, until time reveals that hour which none but to fate known' I waited a century Long. She, still bright, Earth's only rose. I wither, withered away - Becoming a flower like them, hindering the path to her. A young man once Like I, sat across her beautiful face One which his eyes looked not…

Her eyes
catches mine. Sitting opposite we exchange glances. I wondered what her
curiosity with my face may be. Perhaps She likes my features which are mere
ordinary in my eyes and hers is like that of a sunflower in all of its colourful glory.
Her feminine frame is petite; her manners seems to flow from nature in the way she smiled at me. But the circumstances disagrees with our acquaintance, denying us a momentary time of happiness. I’m sure a
conversation with her would be magnificent, not so much in the manifestation of
it but in all the pent up energy behind it. My heart is racing for her as the
champion horse, neighing ever loudly till at last my galloping legs cross that
finishing line. O to know this wonder! But my heart be steady - this is the
beginning of all unfaithfulness. Now is the time to remember the wise words of Solomon, to forsake the glance of the adulteress; not that she is one or that I am married. But this opportunity I must relinquish. It is not worth a length…

I am convinced that only the Holy Spirit can make men be sensible of the awful condition of their sin in relation to the Holiness of God and the eternal damnation of their souls. I am also convinced that only the Holy Spirit can make men do anything to the glory of God, or have a continual will to please him because He is the treasure of their soul. Man is so far from God by nature that unless he is aided by the Holy Spirit, man can do nothing good, nothing which could arouse any merit as to make heaven watch in applause. When the Holy Spirit withdraws from a saint, as to hide himself for a season, How easy it is for that saint to find himself delighting with the things of the world, or at least having no will for the things of righteousness. I know something of it and it scares my soul. It drives me to my knees pleading to heaven that the Spirit should come out from His shadows and come again to my light. Without thee I cannot delight in Christ, without thee I shall continue to shipw…

There I was throwing off my feast clothes for poor ones. Hanging up the flute, held captive by the moonlight Elfs. They asked for a song, enticing me to forget her, to sing a dirge, to sing my reality. But nay. I must forget me before I ever forget her. This torture, I will endure for her to see again, never will shut this eyes until her light my darkness dispel. For Love, one can go length upon length beyond humanity's edge, soaring off its horizon to attain an immortal rank. "Come my torturer's do to me what you may. I know your princess loved by me is hideous to thee. But love grows in unfavourable gardens, mine never was made fertile, but her, for reasons only God knows, love grew from this desert heart of mine. Blame me not for kissing her lips, she kissed me too, kill me and you will break her heart. If thee want a happy queen, which one day she shall be, then spare me or else a broken heart with no love shall govern thee."

The
glorious hope we have should make our burdens light and momentary, that although
we feel them as heavy as the earth, yet, our soul is full of heaven's joy because of the
hope that awaits us. What is your infliction? What are your sorrows? Can you
compare them to the bliss to come. Would you have it the other way around, namely, to have your rest here and your sorrows in heaven for all eternity. O
endure! Endure until death takes you home. Tell your captives that you are singing;
that their ills is all from God's discliplinary hands. O tell them that their evil is for your good;
every sweat and tears will soon be wiped away. Tell them that your injuries will not cause you to
sway and although you perish in egpyt yet you will wake in Canaan's bliss. K.oni

A gun is
drawn for killing Loaded up
for slaughter It is
polished to consume And to
flash like lightening Held by the
hands of soldier men Skilful to
destroy Their
targets are fuel for the fire (peace) The
innocent blood will pour in the midst of the land (Casualties). K.Oni

And the pleasure in seeing her family created a joy in me to want to have such felicity of fellowship with those whom I knew where the blood in her veins. Such community, such beauty, such siblings and splendid smiles, at once would make me run sweet errands for them. And it did warm my heart to say goodbye, seeing it as grace from the gentle hands of God to bless my day as I made it back home in time to see them depart. It's been my pleasure to meet you all, although briefly and momentarily. I loved playing table football with the boys, and hearing your sister sing was truly music to my ears. I bid you all a happy holiday and a Christmas rich with the Spirit of love which first saw it fit, good and necessary to send his Son as to rescue us from our darkness into his marvellous light.

There have been obvious conflicts between the scientific community and the
religious community over certain points. Of course, the most notable dispute
historically was the embarrassing episode of Galileo and the whole theory of
whether the earth or the sun was the center of the solar system. We know that
many bishops refused to even look at the evidence of a telescope because they
had already baptized another scientific tradition that wasn’t biblical. This was
a case, incidentally, in which the scientific community corrected theological
interpretation and misinterpretation of Scripture because Scripture doesn’t
teach that the earth is the center of the solar system, and it took the
scientific community to correct us at that point.

To go further than that and to say that sometimes science corrects erroneous
ideas is one thing, but actually to disprove Christianity . . . there are very
few points of the Christian faith that are vulnerable to scientific attack. If a
person s…

Never could be dull in her sight At first appearance all in me did awaken Flying ever fluidly to that happy state Where fancy made alive by a pretty face O my Lord forgive me for such bias Such extreme with her when with no other’s felt Imagining the touch almost as deep as the divine Colouring my blank canvas with flowery smiles O to stop my bias ways, to be this happy when all is present Instead of one who cheers away my inwardness Bringing out the community, detained in this heart of need
K.Oni

Is your love like the morning mistLike the early dew that disappearsIs your love like a faulty bowLike smoke escaping through a window doorIs your love like the four seasonsLike the appearing of the summer rainOr is your Love like the SUNWhich endures throughout the generations. K.Oni

At long last, Bilbo Baggins is back. Whether you’re fanatic enough to dress up for the midnight showing, or patiently awaiting a weekend outing, or even content to meander into a theatre after the crowds die down, here’s some advice for how to make the most of your experience of The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey.

Don’t worry, there’s no spoiler below. My hope in seeing an early screening of the film is to be at your service in preparing you for the viewing, not by letting any cat out of the bag — although if you’ve read the book, you know where this film is going.

It is fitting to mentally and emotionally prepare yourself for an experience like this. That’s precisely what the story’s creator — he would prefer “sub-creator” — J. R. R. Tolkien would have you do, and it’s no necessary sign of unhealthy self-occupation to do so. Perhaps as much as any writer, Tolkien carefully crafted his tales for the profound spiritual effect they would have on the reader. He means for you to be deeply…

I need a water from the well you drinkThe spring you think gives you life to the best degree

Let's analyse, are you satisfied in this heavy heat?
Then why do you come day after day to fill again?
Come with me and I'll show you a better stream
Which will satisfy you eternally.
But do you believe?
Only if you come then you will see
The water of life that all the saints drink.
Tell me what you think

Say it like you mean it Tell me baby do you love me and need me
Cuz lately you've been acting kind of strangish
Neglecting me and I'm feeling pretty wayish
Don't understand, is it our love that is fading
Or am I just dreaming acting insanely
Tell me the truth, I love you like the first fruits
The best stories are the ones that I tell of you.
I'm going mad, tell me baby that you ain't changed
The water's deep and you know I cannot swim.
Will you come to my rescue or let me drown
Because I see no other path that I could climb.
Although I'm inclined to your every word
Tell me the truth, So I can choose to live or die,
But say it like you mean it!
K.Oni

The Devil comes And the Wicked fleeUnrighteously, As they ran from his lavish screamsBut we seeThe righteous sit in total peaceWatching the devilAs they call on their Righteous KingSo it beginsThe devil couldn't understand their waysThe death he held couldn't take away nothing of their gainCommence the reignOf the Son who diedTo live eternally For the sake of the righteous to obtain A glorious immortal state.

Perhaps I have a dream A vision of woe like the prophets of old Or I my false A critical error in the words I told But if its true Will my words hold like glue Or will you fold Unfolding all the reasons you hold. Remember me I told you of war when there was peace Remember me I came with the knowledge you didn't seek But I my true Like Nathaniel under the tree Will you believe or remain deceived Or will you seek Like the blessed meeks It all remains Nobody entered into His rest They all rebelled So He buried them there. Will you believe the gospel of grace Or remain in a deathless state. K.Oni

A Father says to his child, 'Son if you are good through out the whole month of December, then I will get you what you really want for Christmas'. The child then leaves encouraged knowing that if he is good enough then His daddy his sure to give him his desires. This is often the heart that people tend to have towards God. If you were to ask people today the question that why should God let you into heaven? Most people will say because I am a good person. The reason follows that because they are a good person God ought to give them their Christmas present, namely heaven. Those who know nothing about the bible or about the God of the bible can be forgiven for such ignorance but those who profess to know the God of the bible are at times those who tend to treat God this way.

What I mean is this. Most Christians know better than to say that the reason God should let them into heaven is because of their good works. Most Christians will say it is because of the death and resurrecti…

Last late evening, there was in me a deep melancholy theme,
a sorrow that sat at the bottom of my stomach which made me dull to the colours
of life. I sat still pondering the meaning of my ways and why certain things
are the way they are. I questioned why these sudden outcome could not change, and
what I could have done differently. Surely if I had a better zeal, a fearless
character, an undisturbed love then perhaps I may have won the battle. But it
is now lost of which the devil in his filthiness almost drove me hopeless. To
combat his inflicting arrows I did say and tell my soul somewhere along the
way, that God has everything in his hands and there is nothing that happens in
this cosmos where it is not in some way his sovereign will. Everything that
happens to me, happens for my good, every emotion felt, every deep pain I know
serves a purpose which will glorify God and my fullness of joy. Thus this
morning, my condition is much in an elevated state. It is peaceful and driven
with…

I do, do battle with my soul. I fight my heart, doing as much as I can to wean it away from the pleasures of this world. Increasingly I find a terrible root, rooted in my soul, that the motivations of my deeds at times only have Christ as secondary; and for the sake of his glory and my Joy, I will not have it so. Christ must have precedent, He must reign supreme in my heart. He must be the King of my desire and the driver of my will. I will have no other take such a prominent place. I will has he has commanded, hate mothers and sisters, brothers, friends and fancy when my love for Christ is compared. It will be as if I had no true love for them for the Love of Christ will so reign supreme that constantly I will will one thing, namely, His will. But Christ, I am so feeble, my emotions are so fickle, bearing under the weight of passions which I desire to flee from, but Lo, I keep on turning. Help me dear Father, release me from this fetters and let me be as one who desires but one thin…

I once knew a boy, sadder than the stones in the graveyard, who when dying whispered his last remaining words of woe, and said, 'I never even knew who loved me much, silent they were in life's happy moments. I wish there was a soul of a girl who revealed her fancy to me, I much revealed mine to a few, but none looked to me with golden melted eyes'.

How much
do you really desire communion with God? By communion is meant how much do you
run with great eagerness to be found talking with God or knowing that you are
constantly in his presence in everything you do.

By way
of example, a boy after school would often run home to commune with his PlayStation,
or a person who loves money will joyfully commune with businesses in order to
gain more money. In our day many of us commune with technology. At first
sunrise we check our emails, before our eyes shut we linger on the internet.

Many of
us have friends whom we are eager and desperate to commune with that we constantly
make it our business to engage with them because we have some pleasure in communing
with them. Those who are in love know of the deep longing of communion and how
sweet and satisfying that communion is when had. One lover cannot wait until he
has returned into his beloved's arms and the other waits with longing for her
beloved to be in sight as to run and greet them …

I knew a boy who in life's happy hours mourn, when flowers blossom and youth with energy grows, He cannot yet see all of that which beauty disclose, for deep in his soul a gloom inscribed. In mournful groans he enters his stage, a broken smile he scarsely drew, speaking nothing but woes and toils, grief and sorrow was his theme for all. But once he mused on a happier song, his eyes sparkled brighter than Sun, of a love no longer to be sung, ending his age under the clouds of grey.

Dear God, again I have wondered into the open, under the pouring rain of temptation. I did not take my umbrella nor did I ran quick to take refuge. I lingered. Like Lot's wife I looked back when I was purposed to stay on the path of holiness. O my sins are many, as numerous as the sands on the seashores, and should you count them and keep a record of them, I could not stand. The weight of your terror petrifies me but not enough, the joy of your holiness delights me, but not enough. O God, visit my soul with a mighty dread that it will for now and forever forsake sin; and please visit my soul with the heights of your goodness so that it will desire no other. I pray my Father that in me will be found no condemnation. That those attributes which belongs to the flesh will be gone from me. That no longer will I carry in me the treasure of wantonness, idolatry, pride, lust, selfishness, and lack of brotherly Love. I long and will and wish to walk tenderly, to walk with love, to move wit…

"At 4 o'clock on Monday afternoon, every office, shop floor, canteen and playground was uplifted, or so the media told us.David Cameron emergedfrom Downing Street like a mole scenting the dawn, for his Tony Blair royal moment. He said he was 'absolutely delighted', over and again. I swear I saw the ghost of Alastair Campbell murmuring at his shoulder. 'The people's pregnancy'," quipsSimon Jenkins.

Leaving aside the Duchess of Cornwall for a moment, 'the people's pregnancy' is an excellent description of advent, as we prepare to celebrate the birth of Jesus and we anticipate the return of Christ the King. Our waiting and hoping are set in such a promising context. Mary sings about God's long-awaited, triumphant victory over the forces of sin, evil, and death. He has scattered the proud in the thoughts of their hearts. He has brought down the powerful from their thrones, and lifted up the lowly; he has filled the hungry with good things.